An Indian Love Song Comments
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Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon
of thy glory and grace,
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Brilliantly versed mesmerizing nicely sautéed wonderously framed painted verbally
Revive me, I pray, with the magical nectar that dwells in the flower of thy kiss. ..... Thy kinsmen have broken our sacred altars and slaughtered our sacred kine, The feud of old faiths and the blood of old battles sever thy people and mine. .............. What are the sins of my race, Beloved, what are my people to thee? And what are thy shrines, and kine and kindred, what are thy gods to me? greatly crafted the words
Love recks not of feuds and bitter follies, of stranger, comrade or kin, Alike in his ear sound the temple bells and the cry of the muezzin. - What a superb & subtle feeling
The love and divine grace and subjects in the poem and to recite it is a good experience. Nice and awesome.
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7/29/2025 12:37:04 PM # 1.0.0
nice..poem...thank...